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maskormenacelogs2014-12-20 03:34 pm
debauchewy) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-12-20 03:34 pm
Legerdemain [OPEN]
WHO: Hisoka and OPEN
WHERE: Government Holding Facility
WHEN: December 1st - December 31st
WHAT: Visitors and fellow inmates chatting it up.
WARNINGS: None yet.
It's been an incredibly long time in this holding cell, in this- prison. Only three months and Hisoka can't handle being still for more than a few moments and his sleeping periods have shrunk smaller and smaller to naps of about two hours when they do happen. Even so- he's made to sleep, or well- lay there, in the dark, and those moments are the worst. He gets by by reading network conversations. Sometimes under blankets when hall patrols are happening, and he's only gotten caught once to which he lied himself out of and just said he checked the time upon waking up.
But for the most part- he's going a little mad. Especially now with Shade gone.
His cell neighbor, speaking to him was really what was getting him through the days, not that he'd admit it to himself. Hisoka was all for waiting but- being able to do things he wanted in the mean time helped. Years upon years he'd wait but only because he could best busy himself with other people and activities. Here it's just-
Jewelry, eating, "sleeping", wandering, re ha bilitation. And it's doing him in. Maybe that's why he- was starting to like Shade despite seeing none of his abilities or strengths. They spoke often in there, and the more they did, the more Hisoka was around someone generally just- enjoying speaking to him back and forth? It made it easier to stay cam and wait.
And then Shade left.
And now- if he doesn't busy himself he might accidentally snap a guards neck without- thinking about it. The bloodlust is there. He feels it in those long nights, waiting in the dark, his hands idle, knuckles white from how tight he keeps clenching them. He knows- he'd feel better if he could just- touch someone. Feel their blood beat under his fingers, their hot flesh against his, if he could just see a reaction in their face from his hands and a moment of taking everything from them. It- it wouldn't be nearly as good as a fight, or sex- but it'd make him feel less meaningless rotting away in here.
But he can't do that.
So instead.
Should a visitor come at any time throughout the month, or another inmate wander by- they will find Hisoka sitting amidst cards. Beginning of the month it won't be so impressive, but near a week into the month, and further on the castle of cards just- continues to grow and grow around him in his room. He supposes- he feels better doing it. Not that he's thinking while stacking. Infact, he's not thinking at all the entire time. Because thinking involves missing people, and needing things. Thinking involves wondering where Chrollo has been and why he hasn't visited despite saying he would do so. The same goes for Gon and his where abouts. Wondering about Jaime and what he's been up to and finding the thought mildly arousing only to once again work himself up and have no means of letting off the steam. And let's not even get started on that- Lunatic fellow he's been hearing so much about. So- no thoughts, no thinking, just cards.
So much of rehabilitation.
WHERE: Government Holding Facility
WHEN: December 1st - December 31st
WHAT: Visitors and fellow inmates chatting it up.
WARNINGS: None yet.
It's been an incredibly long time in this holding cell, in this- prison. Only three months and Hisoka can't handle being still for more than a few moments and his sleeping periods have shrunk smaller and smaller to naps of about two hours when they do happen. Even so- he's made to sleep, or well- lay there, in the dark, and those moments are the worst. He gets by by reading network conversations. Sometimes under blankets when hall patrols are happening, and he's only gotten caught once to which he lied himself out of and just said he checked the time upon waking up.
But for the most part- he's going a little mad. Especially now with Shade gone.
His cell neighbor, speaking to him was really what was getting him through the days, not that he'd admit it to himself. Hisoka was all for waiting but- being able to do things he wanted in the mean time helped. Years upon years he'd wait but only because he could best busy himself with other people and activities. Here it's just-
Jewelry, eating, "sleeping", wandering, re ha bilitation. And it's doing him in. Maybe that's why he- was starting to like Shade despite seeing none of his abilities or strengths. They spoke often in there, and the more they did, the more Hisoka was around someone generally just- enjoying speaking to him back and forth? It made it easier to stay cam and wait.
And then Shade left.
And now- if he doesn't busy himself he might accidentally snap a guards neck without- thinking about it. The bloodlust is there. He feels it in those long nights, waiting in the dark, his hands idle, knuckles white from how tight he keeps clenching them. He knows- he'd feel better if he could just- touch someone. Feel their blood beat under his fingers, their hot flesh against his, if he could just see a reaction in their face from his hands and a moment of taking everything from them. It- it wouldn't be nearly as good as a fight, or sex- but it'd make him feel less meaningless rotting away in here.
But he can't do that.
So instead.
Should a visitor come at any time throughout the month, or another inmate wander by- they will find Hisoka sitting amidst cards. Beginning of the month it won't be so impressive, but near a week into the month, and further on the castle of cards just- continues to grow and grow around him in his room. He supposes- he feels better doing it. Not that he's thinking while stacking. Infact, he's not thinking at all the entire time. Because thinking involves missing people, and needing things. Thinking involves wondering where Chrollo has been and why he hasn't visited despite saying he would do so. The same goes for Gon and his where abouts. Wondering about Jaime and what he's been up to and finding the thought mildly arousing only to once again work himself up and have no means of letting off the steam. And let's not even get started on that- Lunatic fellow he's been hearing so much about. So- no thoughts, no thinking, just cards.
So much of rehabilitation.
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Will they Yuri? By that logic, won't you as well? But you're hardly the only person to think so highly of himself. At least Hisoka sees what he does as what it is. Perhaps you're the one who needs to learn something.
"Neither do I." A slim, knowing smile that scrunches his eyes at the corners. Why would he be? The people that brought them here want all the "help" they can get, don't they? Even if it means allowing criminals to assist but ah- That's what reform is for. It looks good to be open and give second chances, doesn't it.
"Oh please. Mold me, Yuri." His voice slides from his lips, thick with and implication. Mold him, touch him, make him what you think he should be, yet knowing it'll do nothing, knowing he won't actually manage it. Just as Yuri will try to help as a foundation but desires to kill him as the main goal, Hisoka only sees this possible closeness as- just that.
Getting close.
Wanting to see more, see if there's something he really wants there. By his tone, even his gaze alone it's easy to see how hungry he is for it. Difficult for him to hide it these days too. There's always that glint in his eye, but he almost pours it while sitting in that cell now. Boredom, desire, an indulgent, ravenous man that's been given nothing for too long.
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So, what's there left to learn? ...Perhaps how much time is left? Admittedly, that is an answer he both desires and dreads.
In any case, he's not going to give Hisoka the pleasure of a direct response to those words. Instead, he offers but a polite tip of his head and a softly spoken, "I will leave my business card with the guard, in that case. When you're released," and he's not entirely convinced Hisoka was telling the truth about the release date, but because he doesn't know, he's ambiguous with his choice of words, "you may contact me if you haven't changed your mind."
He turns as if to leave, but does not move towards the exit.
Asks instead, "Was it worth it?"
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"Killing those people, was not worth this." And he means it too.
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"What did you think would be your punishment if you were caught? Or...did you not consider that you would be caught at all?"
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"I hadn't even considered it. Where I'm from, it's different- much is different." Unfortunately he can't go into details. It'd be bad to suggest he's killed--
many, many times over, while in jail here, with people watching. But Yuri's smart, he'll probably realize upon hearing those words that killing here- was nothing compared to what he's used to. And if the words don't suggest it right away, the smile spreading over his face might.
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With little more than a nod of his head, the judge takes his leave. In the days to come, he'll need to learn what he can about Hisoka to prepare for...well, the inevitable failed attempt at trying to reform the killer.